She could have sworn she'd just opened the door to her room. But instead of four familiar walls, her bed, there iss a decidedly unfamiliar room that looks nothing at all like any room she's ever seen in Winterfell. The door under her hand even feels unfamiliar; the wood treated to be glossy and smooth. Arya takes a step back, letting the door swing ( Read more... )

Riku has fond memories of Setsuban or the Lunar New Year, and given the number of Chinese immigrants in their neighborhood, his dad had offered a double celebration at Omoro. And so, as part of continuing to give back to the Mansion and the people in it, he's spent the past day cooking up a buffet of Asian delicacies, including Chinese dumplings ( Read more... )

The grounds of the Mansion lay dark and dead, the trees grey and the grass sear and yellow-brown.

The air in the Mansion had a chilly feel to it, as if winter had crept into the woodwork. And once asleep, perhaps some Mansion dwellers dream of silvery winter days, building snow forts, lighting with candles.

When Mansion dwellers wake up, this ( Read more... )

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Iggy has been checking and rechecking everything. Not an easy thing to do when you have to do it all by touch, but Icarus has managed. Now, everything is set up and good to go. The test runs worked perfectly, and he's got everything set to explode over the lake just in case there are any troubles. His friends really helped him out by making signs ( Read more... )

He couldn't completely give himself a clean bill of health: the burns still need to be dressed twice a day, but they're healing better than he expected, given their severity. The stab wound has finally healed over, though he's likely to have a scar on his back for the rest of his life, however long that ends up being. He credits this to Belize's ( Read more... )

So, Sandor isn't at all certain how he agreed to this, or why he agreed to this, or possibly even what he agreed to. But he is a sucker for anything Phedre wants, and Phedre wants him to talk to this - winged blind boy, or whatever, and so talk to him he will.

However, he doesn't actually know where to go, for that. Hence, he's outside, greatsword ( Read more... )

Tristan has been quietly observing the comings and goings at the Mansion - he's been hopeful, he's been disappointed. His lady hasn't arrived - will she ever, he wonders? - but neither have foes, and neither have those who knew him in Cornwall.

He's gone hunting, has killed off a rather large stag and is now quietly carving meat. He'll be smoking ( Read more... )

Often alone but sometimes in pairs, people have been showing up on Mansion ground.  Some of them got lost in a forest, some opened a door into a surprising new world, others feel asleep, perhaps, and woke up there.

For some, the walk was long, from a boat, onto an unknown shore and through a forest.  They come slowly, lost and eyes a bit wide, into ( Read more... )